She is gone

She passed away last night…
he was holding gently
her old fragile hand ,
her silently weeping eyes
she opened them twice ,
was she looking for him
still worried for him……
now he had silver hair
receding hairline
worries abundant
cloud bursts often
life had no mercy  
it orphaned him now
his tears dried up
with assaults so many….
memories of gone years
will return to haunt ,
his first step with her 
his smiles and her tears ,
of happiness and fear
lest he should not 
trip and fall…
now though he stands firm
small paunch and grey hair ,
she continued to care
for dreams turn nightmares ,
she was a mother
in her nineties
fragile as a feather…..
it has not sunk in him
his losses countless ,
fiscal deficits
tangible measured 
intangible suffered ……
now her room is vacant
her clothes dry on line ,
but she is gone 
just her warmth around , 
she will continue to bless
from world apart
this side of the fence
he feels the void intense……
©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

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About Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 25 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

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